AN: And here we go with the last update until Wednesday!

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Chapter 5: One Shot! One Thrill!

Many sounds were considered normal as a herald of the ever awakening dawn. The sounds of insects stirring, or the gentle play of a breeze through the branches of a forest, were common. While the forest was certainly alive with the musical underscore of nature, it was an altogether different sort of sound that split the air and announced the arrival of strange events.

"Stop chasing me, you crazy bitches!" shrieked a half-naked man as he fled for his life. It was Scott, and the few shreds of dignity that he still possessed. Sweat poured from his body as he ran with all the strength that he could muster. Behind him five young women dressed in various types of beautiful but improbable armor chased him at a casual trot. Though he fled for his life, his beautiful pursuers laughed merrily. It was a lovely day for a hunt.

Hours passed as they ran him through the woods, but somehow he'd never strayed too far from his original trail. If he ran one direction, they inevitably herded him in another. It was almost as though the hand of fate kept guiding the situation back toward his starting point.

He tripped over an exposed tree root and fell heavily to the earth near a massive oak tree. An arrow made of blazing light streaked by overhead and loudly slammed into the tree. Leaves and branches shook loudly after the heavy impact. He rolled over just in time to catch sight of something that he thought lost forever. Cradled in the arms of several tree limbs and obscured by foliage, the most beautiful site in the world now peeked down at him. The arrow of light knocked a certain something loose that he desperately needed at that moment.

"Oh hell yeah!" cried Scott his eyes going wide. While ignoring the merry laughter of his pursuers, the exhausted man jumped up and grabbed a low-hanging tree branch. He scrambled up the tree like a demented monkey in single minded pursuit of his goal.

His pursuers arrived at the base of the tree just in time to see him grab what he sought, his lost shotgun. It was not left behind after all. He'd just overlooked it due to the poor lighting conditions that morning. Scott Traveler, man from another world and supposed legendary hero, was now ready to fight back!

"Back off, you crazy sluts!" snapped Scott. He had it now, the power to defend himself against their insanity. Several hours of his life were spent running, hiding, tripping, sliding, and being mercilessly teased with their overly sexual taunts. There was no way in hell, they would take him now without a fight.

The lead girl Anna, a blond woman with a twin ponytail hair style, canted her hips to one side then pointed a gauntlet clad finger toward him. Her armor ensemble looked like a one-piece bikini with metal bits artfully arranged to show off her cleavage. It was utterly ridiculous to think it would provide any sort of actual protective value. Her gauntlets and metal clad boots were the only real bit of armor that Scott could see.

She wagged her finger from side-to-side and granted him a cheeky grin. "Hey, now. Such language! Is that any way to talk to a lady?"

"I'm warning you..." said Scott, annoyance seeping heavily into his tone. He was holding a shotgun, a weapon this world had never known. Its base power was incredible compared to what most people would be using. Yet, its usefulness was dreadfully limited and he knew it. Fifteen shots remained. Fifteen chances to survive this world were all he possessed in the way of protection for now.

"Miranda, get this fool down," said the blond girl with a laugh.

Another blond, this one with hot pink highlights in her hair, snorted. "Anna, seriously? Just because I have an eldritch bow skill... Why are we even wasting time on fatty here? He's not even that cute" whined the blond girl before leveling a pout at her leader. She'd spent all morning chasing a guy and he did not even possess shredded abdominals. His body looked like something someone's dad might have, in shape but not properly cut and chiseled.

"He's easy prey, and we need all the EXP we can get before the tournament," said Anna flippantly.

The treed man took closer stock of the girl known as Miranda. Her attire was just as ridiculous as the one called Anna. She wore what looked to be some sort of fur battle thong, and a fur bikini top. Her hands, feet, and arms were protected by leather gloves and boots, but the only bit of metal he saw was on her shin guards.

Miranda squared her shoulders then lean forward and acquire a strangely seductive pose. A split second later her body began to glow brightly, and then a bow appeared before her in the air. The weapon was semi-transparent and gave off an eerie glow. Bright blue light began to flare from the girl's finger tips as she drew the invisible bowstring back to form an arrow of light. "I'll get him down. I guess."

Their would-be prey was shocked briefly. He'd had little chance to see these girls do more than use normal strikes until now as they'd needed little else. But the moment her fingers started to glow, he rotated his shotgun toward the new threat. Just as Miranda began to draw back her bow, Scott growled and took aim. Before she could release her attack, he squeezed the trigger.

A sound like thunder exploded outward as twelve gauge buckshot erupted from the end of his barrel. He hit the bow wielding girl solidly in the face. The thunderous blast of steel shot sent her flying back with devastating force.

Mid-flight something ridiculous occurred, even for the current situation. A bright light suddenly flared from her bikini armor. The sound of cloth being torn asunder echoed through the area, and her breasts bounced free in a glorious display of jiggle physics. She hit the ground hard, bounced twice and then remained still for a brief moment.

Scott blinked at the scene, stared at the non-bird related tits on display and then looked at his shotgun. Since when did it hit that hard? This wasn't a Hollywood action movie. There's no way she would have been sent flying like that.

Miranda sat up, her lip bloodied slightly, but her fur bikini armor completely shredded. Soon, she tried to stand and it was revealed that her gloves, boots, and leg armor were destroyed as well. All of the remaining armor on her body fell apart as though it were made of tattered tissue paper. In fact, she was now completely nude and covered in minor abrasions.

"Miranda! What did he do?" cried a nameless pink haired girl. The other girls gathered round to protect their fallen comrade.

Anna shook her fist at the treed man. "You bastard! Where did you get that thing?"

Unable to fathom what happened, Scott could only stare in shock. He managed to get ahold of himself long enough take a breath and regain his composure for the next shot. If he was fortunate, they would take the girl and leave. He did not want to expend another precious round on this battle if he could help it.

"Hey, Miranda? What's wrong? Your face is red," said Cerise.

Miranda gasped loudly then slid her hands over her breasts. She moaned softly and scissored her legs a little as well. "This feeling!" she cried out in an erotic voice. Her mouth hung open and her eyes began to shimmer as new sensations began to overwhelm her senses.

"What... What is going on?" asked Anna, surprised. "Why are you? Hey, cut that out you perve!"

"So warm..." gasped Miranda. Her eyes became glazed over with a strange lustful expression. After a brief moment of confusion, Anna slapped her hard across the face. But that only caused Miranda to gasp a little and twist her nipple slightly. "Ahhn," she cried without concern for those around her.

The treed man noted in fascination that the slap left a bruise when all he'd done with a shot gun was blow her clothes off. It was beyond bizarre. Not as bizarre as the fact that she was now one step away from masturbating, apparently, but it was definitely noteworthy.

There was clearly something strange at work here, but his newly acquired memories were fuzzy. He recognized landmarks, and even his current location to some extent now that a few hours passed since his arrival. However, finer details still eluded him.

Miranda blinked twice then placed a hand to her cheek. "What happened?"

"You tell me! He shot you in the face with something and then you turned into a slut!" snapped Anna.

"What?!" cried out Miranda in surprise, and more than a little lust. "A slut? Me? Impossible!"

The pink haired girl snorted. "Come on. You acting slutty isn't a big surprise."

Miranda's strange arousal began to wear off to a small degree not long after that. Capable of actual thought once more, she realized a terrible truth about herself. "No! I lost experience points!"

All of the other girls cried out in surprise after hearing that. Was that even possible? Anna turned to the man in the tree. "You bastard! How did you do that to Miranda?"

"I didn't want to do anything to her, but you crazy bitches just wouldn't stop!" snapped the man. They chased him for hours. They laughed and toyed with him to no end, and led him on a merry chase. It was by sheer happenstance that he made it back to the place where he first awakened in the forest.

"Screw the rules! Kill this turd," cried out Anna. Three of the other girls immediately took up scandalous poses and began to glow with various colors of light.

"Come on? Kill him?" asked Miranda with a snort. "Really?"

Anna glanced at the naked girl. "He took your experience points away! There's no way some man is going to be worth taking down now unless we kill him. If he even is a man."

"More man than you can handle," said Scott with a snort.

Miranda frowned at Anna for a moment then shrugged. "Well, he's a little fat and he did attack me... But murder? Come on, I don't want to go to prison."

"Stop calling me fat. That shit's hurtful!" snarled Scott before aiming his shotgun at Anna.

Miranda gasped softly before closing her left eye part way and panting a little. The tide of her arousal began to swell once more after addressed her so aggressively. While her fingers worked their special magic she said, "S-sorry, didn't mean to offend you. You're only a little fat, and I guess you're even cute... in a way."

Scott stared at the girl briefly, a flat expression on his face. Seriously? Was she for real right now?

"We'll only go to jail if we get caught," said Anna with a smirk. "Who's going to know?"

"Get the hell out of here while you can, you damn skanks," said Scott. Talk of murder made his trigger finger itchy. These girls were far too calm about the situation. Well, Miranda wasn't. She became more energetic by the moment and started to babble softly.

"Ha! Keep talking. That bitchy little mouth of yours will be screaming my name in a minute, boy," said Anna with a smirk. She lightly ran her tongue along her lips before making a kissy face at him.

"Can't you see that I'm just not that into you?" asked Scott aggressively. Damn, it looked like he would be forced to fire off more precious rounds at this rate.

"You might be able to take down Miranda with that thing, but I'm a lot stronger!" replied Anna before striking an elegant pose with her spear.

"Not that much stronger," whimpered Miranda while gazing reproachfully at the twin-tailed leader of the group. Her left hand slid down to lightly caress her aching pussy. She sighed softly as the twitching lessened. Why did it ache so, after her inglorious defeat? For that matter, why could she not pick up her bow?

Every time she thought about picking her normal bow up to shoot an arrow, an incredible erotic sensation filled her body and her legs began to shake. It would be impossible to concentrate with that sensual ache throbbing between her thighs. Also, why was the guy in the tree starting to look really pretty? Maybe he would be willing to train together, or something? Get rid of that dad body and he might be boyfriend material. The very thought of it made her pussy clench around her fingers, even as her liquid arousal trickled down her hand. She released several cute little moans and bit her lower lip in an effort to stop them.

"Keep telling yourself that," said Anna with a snicker.

Scott frowned down at the girls below. The only one who seemed to have a ranged weapon was Miranda. Given what she was doing currently, she'd probably be more interested in a vibrator than a battle. How did they plan to drag him down out of the tree? They must have a plan, but what could they bring to bear? Should he just spend his ammunition on the five of them and end it now? Was there no way to resolve this without using a large chunk of his remaining ammo or someone dying?

His shells were precious and irreplaceable. Once they ran out, he would not be allowed to acquire more. If not for that fact, he would have just shot a few more of his attackers in the hopes that they would get the point. As things stood, he only had fourteen shots, or one week left before his gun would be rendered useless. After that he would be relegated to using the weapons of this ridiculous world to defend himself.

For a brief moment everything was at a stand-still. For all her bravado, the leader of the ridiculous quintet was smart enough to be concerned about the weird weapon their prey used. Scott, was intelligent enough not to expend ammunition unless he actually had to do so.

No one had died so far, which was a good thing as far as he was concerned. However, if things continued to escalate there was no guarantee that it would not end up with a dead body hitting the ground. What happened in the next moments would be crucial.